a hungry ache.. the persistence drawing compassion from my bones to own all its’ wakened.. determination willing it to be.. there is nothing more to our story than the story itself.. we are who we are the moments non-defining in an overwhelming non-binding kind of way.. Healing - revealing truths small -ordinary -insignificant making impossible fall away.. there’s pages to be written stapling pieces back together I’ll sit in the dirt with you draw lines in the sand let’s dirty our hands with life.. wash clean your heart giving new color to all your strife yearning longing for this new start..
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her dress
allowed her flesh
to caress
the joy
of being a mother
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and bingo was his name b i n g o
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Oh La Marr, what a beautiful and though-provoking call to action! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 I love your flow girlfriend. This poem’s message is spot on! 🤗💖😍
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